Mutant Hunter C.1.1

The Escape

By Ihvnnm

**Well, I got my first review, I am happy. For that review, I will soon read one of your stories soon; I can go online very rarely, mainly on this laptop where my chapters are made. I hope I get more reviews soon; I intentionally made it so it didn't make too much sense so you keep reading to find out what is going on. I will slowly unfold what the whole thing is about within the next few chapters. If you are waiting for the next chapter, please read my other fanfic of the fiction stories on fictionpess.

C.1.1 charges the group he jumps against the wall, he pushes himself off the ceiling. "How the hell am I doing this?" C.1.1 thinks to himself, everything is going in slow motion, he can hear his own heart beat going five times slower than normal.

He grabs the first army guy; he swings him around, throwing him into another guy. One grabs his arm; C.1.1 punches the guy in the face and then spins him around. C.1.1 does a sweep, taking a guard off his feet; C.1.1 axe kicks the falling guard in the chest, having his other foot and both hands on the ground.

C.1.1 jumps up, he can feel himself getting even stronger, his muscles pulsating, getting massive then compacting, making his body stronger than steel. The last guy punches him in the stomach, C.1.1 does not even move, he just looks at the guy. C.1.1 punches him in the face, sending him into the wall, sparks fly from an emergency box.

C.1.1 looks around, his body still charged. C.1.1 starts running down the halls, occasionally running into an army guy. C.1.1, out of random success, however it seems like there is more happening than just luck and randomness, he can feel his senses are more powerful and so is his intelligence, he remembers every detail since the beginning.

C.1.1 reaches the exit when alarms start blaring; a flashing red light contributes to the blaring alarm. The door starts to shut; C.1.1 jumps though the closing door, the door shuts with a massive 'clang'. The door is made of a tough and thick metal. C.1.1 takes a second to study the door before he continues to run off.

Outside, it is nighttime, from the looks of it, the sun just set under the desert sun. The sand is still hot against his feet. The spotlights are doing rhythmic patterns that C.1.1 instantly deciphered. C.1.1 continues to run, still hearing the sounds of sirens, dogs and both men and woman yelling.

Four miles later, he reaches a fence, electrified. C.1.1 made the first mistake by running into the fence. C.1.1 flies backwards, he can feel his muscles starting to weaken, his body his becoming depleted back to his original state. Before he loses the rest of his strength, he jumps over the fence, jumping seventeen feet into the air, clearing the fence by two feet.

From behind him, he can hear the sound of vehicles coming towards him. C.1.1 continues to run, running to the east. The sound of the siren from the installation becomes more and more silent as he continues to run though the silent desert. He can feel his body weaken, his mind no longer as sharp, his speed reduced to normal. He can see his own breath as he continues to run.

After five hours, C.1.1 reaches a road; he stops running and just starts to walk. He doesn't know why, but he has a feeling that his road will help him. In front of him, he can see beams of sun light come over the horizon. He can feel the heat increasing, he has been traveling for hours, his stomach is growling.

Behind him the sound of a motor from some vehicle, it doesn't have the same sound of the ones from the installation. C.1.1 turns around, a big eighteen wheeler comes rumbling down the road. It is heading to New York, on the side it says. "Chem. Corp." C.1.1 starts waving down the solo truck.

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Inside the cab is dark; the driver has been going for thirty hours straight. The radio is blaring country, but that is mainly all that does play in Texas. A pile of junk food wrappers litter the passenger seat, he is holding a candy bar in his hand, a large coffee cup in the holder.

"What the hell?" The driver looks out; out in the middle of nowhere in the desert is a scarred up, stitched, filthy man only in a pair of dirty white shorts. "Well, I just can't let him die out here in the middle of no where, what kind of Christian would I be if I just left him there." The drive looks at the large cross hanging over the rear-view mirror.

The driver stops, pulling to the side, stopping only thirty feet away. The unknown desert man jogs up to the truck, entering the passenger side. The driver throws all of the wrappers to the back, allowing it to be a clean spot to stay.

The desert man is very tall, standing at about six foot seven, his head is bald, but he is forming brown hair. His blue eyes are dull, showing years of hard life, he must have had a tough life.

C.1.1 looks at the trucker. He is wearing a red had, a green vest, a white stained shirt and a pair of ratty jeans, he looks like he has a lot of muscle, however since he is stuck in a truck, a belly is forming.

"So, where are you heading?" The trucker starts the truck back up, continuing his journey.

"I don't know, just away from here."

The trucker continues to look at him. "What happen to you? Got into a fight with a coyote?"

"I don't know, just please drive, take me to a very populated place." C.1.1 looks down at his filthy feet, nothing compared to the clean sterile place of the compound.

"I know just the place, I am heading to New York City. So, What's your name?"

"I have no name, or at least I don't remember anymore." He refrains from saying C.1.1; afraid that might really freak the driver out.

"Sounds like you have amnesia, hmm, can I give you a name?"

"I guess so, what do you think?"

"Well, I am reading this awesome story, the author doesn't put his real name, but the name he does put down is Ihvnnm (I've nuum), It means I have no name, I think that is very cleaver, how about it?"

"I guess so, so from now on I'm going be called Ihvnnm." Ihvnnm looks over at the trucker. "What's your name?"

"Kevin, nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too."

Kevin reaches into the back, he pulls out a shirt and a pair of shoes. "I don't know if this is going to fit, but at least it's something. You are on your own once we reach New York, ok?"

"Sure, I just really appreciate it."

"No problem, I do suggest you go to a hospital to check out and see if you are alright."

"I know I am not alright, but at least things are now looking better." Ihvnnm looks out over the horizon, the sun is now shinning, showing a new day, a better day, or at least Ihvnnm hopes. Ihvnnm curls up in the chair and falls asleep; Kevin just takes a small glance before keeping his eyes on the road.

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They traveled two days straight, after some amazingly quick training, Ihvnnm drove so they never needed to stop. Just outside, Kevin lets Ihvnnm out of the truck where they say their goodbyes.

"Thank you for helping me out." Ihvnnm says, hopping out of the truck, stretching out his body.

"No problem, if I see you again and you have cash, I wouldn't mind a donation." Kevin smiles. "I probably will never see you again, but at least I helped out one lost soul in my life." Ihvnnm smiles, nods and slams the door. He just stands there, watching the truck drive into the city limits.

Ihvnnm looks around; there are massive building all over and large roads, nothing like the desert he was in a few days ago. He looks at a giant sign. "New York City Welcomes you."

**Well, I am going to finish for now. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter, sure this hasn't discovered what is going on, but it will be explained, I just want to build up the story first, and then everything will be resolved. Well, please review and I will write another chapter then.